Page 20 of Wicked Christmas Eve

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Iswung my head to the side to see a small red ping-pong paddle in his hand. Startled, I lifted from the bench only to find his hand at the small of my back pushing down.

“Stay still, my little pet. If you feel you can’t continue, use your safe word. Otherwise don’t move.”

With the paddle stroking my right side, Cyrus used his talented fingers to trace my seam from the top curve of my ass to the one place I desperately wanted him to touch.

“Judging by how wet you are, I’d say you are just fine with this.”

I dropped my head and tried not to pant. The need to have him inside me grew exponentially with every second he touched me. He expected me to be still while my mind screamed to wiggle, shift, or press back to find some satisfaction. This teasing would drive me insane.

His finger slid between my slick seam, and I bit down on my lip to keep from screaming.

“Such a good girl.”

I whimpered at the simple approval as it coursed through me. He was truly in charge here and that had given me the permission I needed to simply enjoy.

His strokes continued and with each one, he pressed against a new bundle of nerves, sending tiny flares of electrified pleasure racing up my spine. Against my will, a low groan escaped me, and I pushed back to send his finger deeper inside.

A sharp pop of his paddle against my right backside shocked me into a new awareness. Pain radiated across the small spot, leaving me breathless and dazed.

“I did warn you to be still.” Cyrus slid his finger free, and before I could protest, another smack, harder this time, landed squarely across my crease.

Sharp pain erupted across my ass, much like a bright light before arrowing straight to my pussy. I squirmed and writhed as the blows landed one after the other. The combination of pain and pleasure he administered was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Soft, strangled moans fell from my mouth as the tension of an orgasm built inside me.

“Your ass blushes the sweetest shade of red. It makes me want to keep going. But it’s the sheer beauty of your wet cunt that tells me I’m going to come so hard as soon as I get inside you.”

I whimpered, my head shaking frantically.

It was intense and my body quaked with fire and the threat of detonation. I wanted to do and be what Cyrus needed, but my control had faltered and my mind was spiraling away.

“Good, little pet.” His hand smoothed across my heated skin again, eliciting a long low moan I didn’t even try to hold in that time. Cyrus grabbed the toy from my hands and hauled me up. “Are you ready to get fucked now?”

“Oh yes. Yes. Please!” There was no hiding my desperation at this point. He’d made me so aroused I felt the telltale trickle of wetness at the top of my thighs.

“Say it, then. Tell me and everyone else in this room how much you want to be fucked.”

The harsh demand rolled through me. God I loved to hear him talk like that. It outdid every single fantasy I’d ever had. “Please, Cyrus. Please,” I whimpered.

When that got no response, I lifted my head and raised my voice. I no longer felt fear. Only need. “Please fuck me!!”

“Good girl,” he praised. “Now stay still.”

He moved away, and I cried out, the loss of his body heat too much to bear. With my ass still burning and my head spinning in a combination of vulnerability and arousal, I wanted to melt into the firm bench.

Then he was back, and something cold and wet touched my anus.

“I’m going to fuck you in the ass first, little sub. If you have a problem with that, you know what to do.”

My stomach muscles jerked.

“But—”

“You’re not in charge tonight, my pet. I will do what I want and there’s only one word that will stop me.”

I swallowed hard, my nerves lighting up all over again. I had no resistance for that gruff, demanding voice.

He leaned closer. “Trust me to take care of you, little elf. Your pleasure is my pleasure. Now spread your legs a little and let me see more.”

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